Dying On Our Wedding Week He Saved Her Instead Novels & Stories

I scrambled to pick the paper up from the empty floor and tucked it away, the silence of the room mocking me as I looked at my reflection in the mirror, the reality hitting me like a bucket of ice water. As I bent down, sharp dizziness hit me so suddenly that I had to grab the edge of the dresser. Black spots flickered across my vision for a few seconds before they finally faded. I stood there, trying to catch my breath, one hand pressed against my chest. Even after the dizziness passed, breathing still felt harder than it should have. “I’m dying,” I murmured. My lips trembled as the tears finally spilled over. The weight of it was unbearable. My husband was slipping away, and my life was ti

He was about to walk past her when he stopped and stood very still for a moment — that odd particular stillness she had seen once before, in the clearing, when everything had been stripped away — and looked at her sideways. "I had a dream," he said, very quietly. "Three months ago. Before the wedding. Before all of this." He paused. "You were in a cell. A stone cell, cold, and you were bleeding and there was a television — I don't know why I remember the television — and you were watching something and you were—" He stopped. He looked at his papers. "You died. In the dream. I watched it happen and I couldn't move." He was quiet for a moment. "I woke up and I thought — I almost called you. I

I said. My voice came out clear and steady, carrying to every corner of the room without effort. I had rehearsed this moment so many times that the words felt like breathing. Natural. Inevitable. "Not Rachel Zane," I continued. "Not a maid. Not a mentally unstable woman with a vendetta, which is the phrase Mr. Drake's legal team has been using across media platforms for the past twenty four hours." I paused. "My name is Sheila Drake. I am this man's first wife. And I was declared dead three years ago in a house fire that he set deliberately while I was inside."

He asked quietly, knowing something bad must have happened. "I guess… like every tragic werewolf story, the villains came for the bride, and he had to choose between his blood and the woman he loved," Dana said. Her voice trembling. "His family found out about us. They came for me with silver bullets. He jumped in front of me to protect me…" She swallowed hard. "The moon was bright that night. Jackson... he saved me… but he didn't make it." She clamped her hands over her mouth, struggling to hold back the sobs threatening to tear free. She told herself not to cry, not now, not in front of him.

It was falling, straight toward me. Before it could hit me, I was shoved hard to the ground. A body crashed into mine, knocking the air out of my lungs. We rolled across the floor, my wedding dress ripping and getting stained with dirt... and blood. My hands scraped the rough surface, and my entire body ached. When I finally looked up, the person who had saved me was none other than the man I was supposed to marry. His face was serious, hard, eyes sharp with focus and rage. “Everyone, take cover!” he shouted to the others.

It had been a stormy day with torrential rain. He had been kneeling in front of a grave, holding a woman in his arms. She had been on the brink of death. She had been wearing a pure, white wedding gown. However, the mud had stained the wedding gown until it had been completely dirty. Black blood had trickled out continuously from the corner of her mouth. It had been Rainey! "I'm sorry… I came too late." In the scene, his eyes had been red as he looked at Rainey, who had been about to die.

"Well... It's not a broke up. Remember I am a debtor. Well... This happened." "We planned to escape from the debtors and marry each other. However, we are stopped at the airport. And somehow I didn't save my Suzy. She was killed in front of me." He said. However, his tears fall. "That's why... I am here. But how?" He asked them.

Blood dyed Alina’s dress red, and she slumped down with her eyes wide open. Chaos erupted, and Randy disappeared. The reporters reported the incident while they faced their cameras. They said that healers had already arrived and brought Alina to the hospital on a stretcher. The Union Channel was busy that night. The reporters then went to the hospital to live stream Alina from Wildfire Pack’s location. When midnight struck, the reporters finally announced the healer’s verdict. They failed to rescue Alina, and she died. Nasha was the one who had killed her daughter.